This is the second morning in a row that it's been 50 degrees outside and 63 degrees inside. It's the second morning in a row that we've made a wee fire in the main wood stove to stave off the chill while getting ready for the day.
Day before yesterday we put cold frames on the bed of peppers (they've been especially slow this year, but now have many blossoms on them) and the bed of cherry tomatoes.
They're opened up during the day . . .
. . . but closed down each night when the sun no longer offers any warmth.
I didn't put a cold frame over the slicing cucs, as we're kinda full of as many as we can eat fresh, and I have about 15 harvested cucs stored in the spare refrigerator as we speak. But this morning I'm wondering if I should try to prolong the harvest of cucs to make more of Jennifer Jo's refrigerator pickles. Last night I made two more half gallon jars full. One for us and one for Chicken Mama to take home. I might/maybe/should haul out another cold frame to prolong the life of the cucumber bed.
"Oh, Papa Pea? Honey? I need your help. Again."
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